Then a street vendor's carttipped over on a stoneLeaving three hot dogson the pavement alone

He went on his way pretending not to seeThe lunch he had left for the gutter three

So the man and the mouse and the cat had a snackWith mustard and relish in little plastic packsThen they wiped their mouths with their paws and said with a sigh,"Don't eat a friend, something else will come by!"

The man in the ditch said. "This is a bitch the people pass by and splash mud in my eye. But my stomach feels good with all that weird foodand with friends of my own I'm no longer alone.So now I'll just mosey and pick me a posy.Hey, life's not so bad, I'll curl up and be cosy.

There,Shadow, like that, just let it come out.Oh, Man, I'm in prison for life. Don't let any of my gang hear about this poetry stuff though. You tell, and I'll come after you for sure!